Monday, August 24, 2009

Clocks don't stop without a reason, and even when they do, time continues to pass. The closest you can come to stopping time is engaging in something painful, or painfully boring, and still, time just keeps slipping away.It feels like school just let out for summer vacation a few days ago, weeks at the most, but this morning it was completely and totally over.This morning I embarassed my daughter when I followed her out to the bus stop with bedhead, no bra, and in my pajamas, to take a picture of her boarding the bus to school for the first time.I still remember the anxious kindergarten days of trying to learn to let go, and I realize I haven't quite learned it yet. Fifth grade is here and I'm still not so sure how I feel about this whole school thing, this whole growing up thing. Change.But the sun doesn't rest. Time keeps moving, or we keep moving through it.No one ever told me that being a time traveller would be so hard, especially when I only know how to pass through it in one direction.So tonight I'll hug my Mongoosine extra tight, because I miss her already, even if yesterday I thought I couldn't wait for this.

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reflections:

I'm glad to see that I can comment on this blog, which looks so interesting to me. I'm a former breastfeeding, healthy-eating, cloth-diapering mom of two girls now ages 22 and 20. These topics still interest me for many reasons.

I added myself to the followers list on our Tourmaline blog but I can't leave a comment. It happens at many blogs and it comes and goes.

I'm going to cry. And it's not even my daughter that has started school.This going on with time thing sucks. My little baby isn't so little anymore, and some day she'll be an adult.I was just thinking last night, that it's not fair. I won't have a baby forever, nor will I be able to breastfeed and cloth diaper, etc. These are all fleeting moments in life. And it's sad.

I am pretty much dreading the start of school here. The kids are pretty excited and each year I think it'll be easier. It never is, because each year as they move on to the next grade I know they are one year closer to really walking out that door and being on their own. Oh my heart. *sigh* I know that's the process but it still tugs at my heart. If they could only stay little.